[ It should be of no surprise to anyone who has spoken with Himeka for any length of time that she would choose to devote herself to the baby dragons, her own scales, horns, and tail notwithstanding. She's always professed a fondness for dragons, finding them delightful companions and creatures deserving of respect. The dragonets in her Horizon are not entirely different in personality to the hatchlings in the Nether, she's coming to find--curious, playful, and a bit mischievous. She knew there had to be similarities!
Okenus is unsurprisingly the one she is initially drawn to, what with it's penchant for creating little rainstorms. She happily accepts the droplets on her face and scales, smiling at the other Summoned near her. ]
It's refreshing, isn't it? Besides...two can play that game!
[ And she holds out her hands and pools aether together, creating a sizable swirling ball of water floating just above her palm.
Anthusa is hard to ignore given how it struggle to keep up with its siblings, but is not in want for spirit. She's content to walk alongside as it tries to give chase, pausing when Anthusa seems to become winded. She spares a glance at the other Summoned before kneeling near it. ]
Here, let us help you fly for a bit, hm?
[ But she's found that story-time is something that all of the hatchlings enjoy. And boy does she have stories! Tales hailing from her star about the dragons she's met--leaving out the thousand year war waged against them, of course--the varying types she's seen there too and the very origin of dragonkind as she knows it. ]
You see, Midgardsormr flew across the expanse to find a new home for his eggs. He found it on my star, Etheirys. And there hatched what we call the First Brood, the oldest and most powerful of dragons--the seven Great Wyrms. They were Bahamut, Tiamat, Hraesvelgr, Nidhogg, Ratatoskr, Vrtra, and Azdaja. And it's from them that all other dragonkind were born. They started out as little ones...just like you!
[ And though they cannot speak for themselves--mayhaps because of it--Himeka does spend some quiet time with the eggs. For as chatty as she can be with the hatchlings, she instead tends to the eggs with quiet reverence, gently cleaning their surface and trying to keep them warm. She may be found offering a bit of her own aether by means of a magical glow coming from her hand to the egg, in hope it will help boost their vitality. ]
OTA ✿ dragon-sitting & egg-sitting
Okenus is unsurprisingly the one she is initially drawn to, what with it's penchant for creating little rainstorms. She happily accepts the droplets on her face and scales, smiling at the other Summoned near her. ]
It's refreshing, isn't it? Besides...two can play that game!
[ And she holds out her hands and pools aether together, creating a sizable swirling ball of water floating just above her palm.
Anthusa is hard to ignore given how it struggle to keep up with its siblings, but is not in want for spirit. She's content to walk alongside as it tries to give chase, pausing when Anthusa seems to become winded. She spares a glance at the other Summoned before kneeling near it. ]
Here, let us help you fly for a bit, hm?
[ But she's found that story-time is something that all of the hatchlings enjoy. And boy does she have stories! Tales hailing from her star about the dragons she's met--leaving out the thousand year war waged against them, of course--the varying types she's seen there too and the very origin of dragonkind as she knows it. ]
You see, Midgardsormr flew across the expanse to find a new home for his eggs. He found it on my star, Etheirys. And there hatched what we call the First Brood, the oldest and most powerful of dragons--the seven Great Wyrms. They were Bahamut, Tiamat, Hraesvelgr, Nidhogg, Ratatoskr, Vrtra, and Azdaja. And it's from them that all other dragonkind were born. They started out as little ones...just like you!
[ And though they cannot speak for themselves--mayhaps because of it--Himeka does spend some quiet time with the eggs. For as chatty as she can be with the hatchlings, she instead tends to the eggs with quiet reverence, gently cleaning their surface and trying to keep them warm. She may be found offering a bit of her own aether by means of a magical glow coming from her hand to the egg, in hope it will help boost their vitality. ]
That there are so few...
[ They're precious indeed. ]